Currently feeling fragile and breakable, decisions can make you cry easily. You're always on edge, gloomy and tired.

The only thing that kept you going is Scaramouche, who treats you like a baby behind closed doors.

"Did my baby have a bad day? Let me hear it." Scaramouche cooing you, softly running his fingers on your hair while you rest your head on his chest.

"You're such a good girl. I'm so proud of you. Do you want a kiss, baby hm?" He kept mumbling on your ears.